Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don't cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears - you know, it's a horrible thing.

With writing, we have second chances.

It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.

Hunting will never feed lots of people; it will always be a hobby.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

But I knew the truth and that's why I was so sad. Every moment before this one depends on this one. Everything in the history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment.

The animals are those things that God likes but doesn't love.